Poem – Thrive
November 3, 2024
Poem – Is there Grey?
November 3, 2024
So comfortable I fell asleep.
Yet when I awoke, everything was gone.
Was it an ill-exchanged word
that started a rift,
froze me from the warmth of fellowship?
My brethren, I forgive me and thee.
In remembrance, I can see
by light my impatient pride.
It’s time to love.
Peel back the calloused heart
that flesh and blood may flow,
pumping life throughout the body.
Grow, believers. Grow.
Restoration feels so good
as one part is now clean.
It affects the whole,
joined together in the flow
as a fountain.
The drink
awakens us
to refresh
thee eternal walk again.
